Almost done with gradschool.
I wish my life hadn't exploded right before my final semester, but as it was, it did. Now, I'll be done with classes in two weeks, probably done with 'homework' in a month and a half, and walking in December.
I'm dealing with being nuts relatively well at the moment, though, all things considered. The secret seems to be staying busy. Being busy isolates me, however.
I remember reading a story in one of those psychology texts about a man who was "schizophrenic." The patient claimed that he was continuously being followed by three, invisible green martians. The Doctor examined him, and determined that, other than the martians, the individual was in reasonably good mental health, and was certainly stable in his condition. The course of treatment was simply for the man to stop talking about the martians.
I wonder if that man felt alone, having this experience that he couldn't share with his wife and children. I know that not being able to talk about my feelings, ideas, or experiences is certainly what is sinking my marriage.
I'm intelligent, and after a fashion, competent. I'm extremely creative and have good ideas. My social cognition is otherwise very good.
There must be a way to find balance.
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